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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Wednesday, October 26, 2005

    sometimes I only want...

    ...everything, except the very thing that I dare not want, which is to say that I want not to want that very thing. but I digress. snow is in the forecast, leaves are on the ground, and I can’t seem to find my arsenal. the leaves that have fallen have not yet changed color — they have fallen to violent hands in the form of wind and rain. it’s sunny now, but I’m not cheered in the slightest.

    because nothing is coming up roses, but rather everything is glowing with the faintest traces of light. it’s in those spaces approaching darkness that we become most enlightened.

    except that I don’t believe that. I don’t even want to. what do I want? anything?

    6 Comments:

    Blogger Aydreeyin said...

    Maybe go for a walk and count your breaths the entire time. If you mess up, just start all over again. That's all.

    Walk and breathe.

    It helped me.

    2:43 PM  
    Blogger extraspecialbitter said...

    I get it - like yoga, only moving...

    2:45 PM  
    Blogger Vexation said...

    The first time I read this I was confused. So I drank a beer and read it again. Slowly.

    I almost understood. Almost.

    And then it was dark.

    4:52 PM  
    Blogger Aydreeyin said...

    Yeah, Exraspecial-B, like Yoga. Total concentration until all of the shit clears out of your head and your only with what's important.

    And now, because of Vexation, I want a beer...Beer. Good. Maybe a whiskey.

    5:50 PM  
    Blogger extraspecialbitter said...

    aydreeyin / vexation - thanks to both of you I am now enjoying a Wachusetts IPA. and yes, I feel much better...

    5:55 PM  
    Blogger Vexation said...

    Well.

    Glad we could help.

    7:30 PM  

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